The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt: Containing Many Pieces Now First CollectedEdward Moxon, 1844 - 288 pàgines |
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... the citrons come and go , And all the landscape - earth , and sky , and sea- Breathes like a bright - eyed face , that laughs out openly , B ' Tis nature , full of spirits , wak'd and NARRATIVE POEMS THE STORY OF RIMINI.
... the citrons come and go , And all the landscape - earth , and sky , and sea- Breathes like a bright - eyed face , that laughs out openly , B ' Tis nature , full of spirits , wak'd and NARRATIVE POEMS THE STORY OF RIMINI.
Pàgina 2
... faces , striking through the green Of leafy roads , at every turn are seen ; And the far ships , lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands , come up with scatter'd light ; Come gleaming up - true to the wish'd - for day— And chase ...
... faces , striking through the green Of leafy roads , at every turn are seen ; And the far ships , lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands , come up with scatter'd light ; Come gleaming up - true to the wish'd - for day— And chase ...
Pàgina 3
... faces brought , that come and go , Till by their work the charmers take their seats , Themselves the sweetest pictures in the streets , In colours , by light awnings beautified ; Some re - adjusting tresses newly tied , Some turning a ...
... faces brought , that come and go , Till by their work the charmers take their seats , Themselves the sweetest pictures in the streets , In colours , by light awnings beautified ; Some re - adjusting tresses newly tied , Some turning a ...
Pàgina 4
... face : He with the pheasant's plume - there - bending now : Something he speaks around him with a bow , And all the ... faces that with grateful homage glow , A home to leave and husband yet to see Are mix'd with thoughts of lofty ...
... face : He with the pheasant's plume - there - bending now : Something he speaks around him with a bow , And all the ... faces that with grateful homage glow , A home to leave and husband yet to see Are mix'd with thoughts of lofty ...
Pàgina 9
... face , And thinks it never saw such manly grace , So fine are his bare throat , and curls of black , - So lightsomely dropt in , his lordly back , - His thigh so fitted for the tilt or dance , So heap'd with strength , and turn'd with ...
... face , And thinks it never saw such manly grace , So fine are his bare throat , and curls of black , - So lightsomely dropt in , his lordly back , - His thigh so fitted for the tilt or dance , So heap'd with strength , and turn'd with ...
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Pàgina 70 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Pàgina 170 - Green little vaulter in the sunny grass Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Pàgina 129 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee— Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. Sorrows I've had, severe ones.
Pàgina 70 - Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Pàgina 151 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Pàgina 174 - The Fish, the Man, and the Spirit TO A FISH You strange, astonished-looking, angle-faced, Dreary-mouthed, gaping wretches of the sea, Gulping salt water everlastingly, Cold-blooded, though with red your blood be graced, And mute, though dwellers in the roaring waste; And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be, — Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving, infamously chaste: — O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is't ye do? What life lead? eh, dull goggles?
Pàgina 162 - Alas ! we think not what we daily see About our hearths — angels, that are to be Or may be if they will, and we prepare Their souls and ours to meet in happy air; A child, a friend, a wife whose soft heart sings In unison with ours, breeding its future wings.
Pàgina 136 - Memnon, that long sitting by In seeming idleness, with stony eye, Sang at the morning's touch, like poetry ; And then of all the fierce and bitter fruit Of the proud planting of a tyrannous foot, — Of bruised rights, and flourishing bad men, And virtue wasting heavenwards from a den ; Brute force, and fury ; and the devilish drouth Of the fool...
Pàgina 194 - I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. '.II a Leigh SONG OF FAIRIES ROBBING AN Hunt ORCHARD We are the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk and peep us. Stolen sweets are always sweeter, Stolen kisses much completer, Stolen looks are nice in chapels, Stolen, stolen be your apples...
Pàgina 164 - We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,— Such our breath and blueness is. lo, the mild shape Hidden by Jove's fears, Found us first i' the sward, when she For hunger stoop'd in tears.